Time Marches On

Deimos had no doubts in her, but his tone and the look on his face let it be known that the doubts were entirely of himself. It hurt her to know that he feared his own actions. Yes, he'd messed up before, but they were only wolves. Wolves made mistakes. It was what they did after that made the difference. He was repentant and they had grown together because of his slip up. Though pained she had been, to Ikigai, the experience had been worth it.

Iki didn't really know what kind of reaction to expect from Deimos as she bluntly threatened his life if he should ever leave her and their children. She hadn't expected the flash of smoldering fire in his gaze but it made something burn low in her belly. That dark look of admiration made Ikigai lust for her mate. In that moment she felt a strength and power that she'd never experienced before and, truth be told, she liked it greatly. A massive paw rose to cup her cheek in turn and Iki reflexively pressed her cheek against it, marbled eyes closing for a moment as she relished in the touch. Deimos' words brought a current of electricity dancing up the fae's spine and she released a soft little groan of pleasure. They were on the same page as far as their children were concerned.

A moment later, the warm pads of Deimos' paw were leaving her cheek and Iki's eyes opened once more. He spoke and she watched with interest as he moved towards a wrapped package. The woman gave her head a slight tilt, dark ears perking as he drew near and placed the package before her. While Ikigai untied the laces and her gaze fell upon the piece of finery within, Deimos explained his reasoning for the gift. Iki gasped softly as she lifted the cloak, her eyes closing as she slid the silken rabbit fur against the shorter fur of her muzzle. The purple giant took the cloak from her a moment later and settled it about her slender shoulders. Once it was clasped, Iki stood, the cape enveloping her lithe frame. She could feel the warmth that the cloak provided but there were different things on her mind. Delicate paws brought the woman forward and she flicked her tongue over her mates chin, a sweet little gesture of submission before sliding her cheek along his own. "Thank you for the gift," she whispered into one amaranthine ear. "Between the warmth of the cloak and your warmth, I'll be able to melt the whole of winter." Surely he knew that he'd be traveling with her.

"Iki"